"Jun Mochan, you miser!" Ye Ranran threw her chopsticks down.
He claimed to have always been good to her, bah! Wasn't that all a lie?
"There's a nutritious meal prepared for you by a nutritionist in the kitchen. Go eat quickly," Jun Mochan urged.
Since Ye Ranran's constitution was not too good and she was overly skinny, Jun Mochan had hired a nutritionist to help her gain health right from the start.
Recently her condition improved quite a bit, she even gained some weight on her face.
"Fine, fine," Ye Ranran sat across from him, as Mrs. Wu hastily served breakfast.
Bearing the toothache, Jun Mochan finished the sickly sweet dumplings.
Ye Ranran finished just about the same time, she looked around, didn't see Ah Chuan, so she asked curiously: "Where's Ah Chuan? He seems to have been around less these two days."
He and Jun Mochan were like conjoined twins; they were inseparable.
An occurrence like today's was quite a rarity.